“I’m coming,” she said, her voice guttural, like an animal talking. She’d lost all sense of decorum. This man was ravishing her body and she didn’t care about it.
Didn’t care about right and wrong.
She let the climax rip through her every fiber as Cullen Sharpe continued to suck her pussy, drink her gushing juices, slathering her mound with his kisses and licks until she could hardly think in English.
Her body was bathed in sweat. Every part of her was dripping.
“Oh,” she moaned, as he lifted his head. He started rubbing her mound with his long, sultry fingers.
“Oh, shit,” she said. She threw her head back. “I’m—I’m going to come again, Cullen.”
“Come for me,” he told her. “Do it right now.”
He thrust his fingers knuckle deep into her hole and she wrapped her legs over his strong shoulders, sucking his fingers into her center place and wrapping herself around him like a glove.
She came again, intensely, her eyes rolling back in her head.
When she was done climaxing, she was breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Cullen moved away from her, then stood up and began disrobing, slowly, blatantly encouraging her to watch.
“Your body,” she sighed, as he took off his shirt and bared his chiseled arms and chest, then took off his silk boxers and showed off his perfectly hard dick.
His legs were smooth and muscular, his thighs looked like those of an Olympic cyclist. He had no tattoos, but he did have a large white scar across his lower abdomen, reaching all the way to his hipbone.
“Take off your nightgown,” he said softly.
Ivy did as he requested, pulling the soft, sheer gown over her head and allowing it to fall off the side of the bed. She was completely nude, just like him. Her body was slick with sweat, her pussy wet from his licking and her multiple orgasms.
Cullen slowly lowered himself onto the bed, crawling on top of her, his warm, hard body enveloping her in a cocoon of sexual ecstasy. His cock was already sliding lightly on the outside of her wet slit as his legs pressed directly onto her legs, stomach to stomach, his chest on hers, his mouth sucking her mouth.
He was heat. Everything about him was warm now—even those icy eyes had somehow melted, and they’d become pools of gorgeous aquamarine water, staring into her and telling her this was all real.
Her entire body shivered as a wave of excitement rolled through her, and the head of his cock slowly plunged into her open mound. She accepted his shaft, suctioning around his throbbing dick as he insistently pushed, clenching his buttocks and thrusting his hips.
“So tight,” he muttered into her mouth, grabbing her hair with one hand and squeezing her breast with his other hand. “So tight and wet,” he continued, his tongue sliding in between her parted lips.
“Fuck me, Cullen,” she moaned back at him.
“You want me to fuck you just right?”
“God, yes.”
His hips swiveled first one way and then the other, and she felt a shock of pleasure bursting inside her center. She gushed, moaning, as she drenched his dick with her juices.
“I’m going to make you come again and again,” he said, watching her with his liquid eyes. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
She nodded, her body greedy for his attention. She wrapped her arms around him, grabbing his strong back, feeling his muscles working as he fucked her so perfectly that she could hardly stand it.
His cock slid in and out, in and out, and she got another burst of pleasure, another, and another. It was becoming more rapid now, as he stroked deeper and faster.
He watched her the entire time as he fucked and fucked and fucked—making her pussy throb with painful excitement.
How could he just keeping going like this? He was like a machine, perfect in that he knew everything her body wanted and was able to deliver it effortlessly.
Ivy threw her head back, biting her lip as another moan escaped her lips.
She was so drenched, and he was as well.
“Ivy,” he said softly.
She looked into his eyes. “Cullen,” she whispered, and a powerful wave of emotion rolled through her as she saw the pain in his eyes. “I see you,” she said, and he nodded as if acknowledging that she did see him, and then his lips met hers and his need was palpable.
His hips pressed, and his cock went somehow deeper.
He’s making love to me.
Oh God, Cullen Sharpe is making love to me.
Her hips lifted in time with his, and now they were in perfect synchronicity together, meeting and parting, meeting and parting, flesh on flesh, bodies in time, perfectly attuned.
“I’m going to come,” Cullen announced, as his hips slapped into hers more furiously, speeding up.
“Come inside me,” she told him, knowing it was wrong.
But then again, everything they’d done tonight had been wrong. Everything.
“I’m going to shoot everything into your tight little cunt,” he told her, pulling his enormous cock out, holding it at its base and slapping it quickly against her pussy lips.